Facing my reflection clear,
like a dirty mirror stares at this fallen son of yours,
stained
and torn.
Longing for that past embrace,
wishing you an hour in this place,
sleep deprived and full of hate.
Fighting out in all my senses,
with a standing eye,
face to face with the abyss.
My soul dismissed,
crying out,
even though my voice becomes undone.
Yet I will fight to feel the sun.
Wounded,
broken, lost, impure.
Wishing for a thought that's pure,
forgotten remnants coming through.
Of the way I treated you,
with a shadow,
face to face with the abyss.
My soul dismissed,
crying out, even though my voice becomes undone.
Yet I will fight to feel the scarlet wounds that begin to lick.
As I try to steer a sinking ship.
Molding darkness, taking shape day by day.
Yet I will fight to find a way.
Descend with a shadow,
face to face with the abyss.
My soul dismissed,
crying out, even though my voice becomes undone.
Yet I will fight to feel the scarlet wounds that begin to lick.
As I try to steer a sinking ship.
Molding darkness, taking shape day by day.
Yet I will fight to find a way.